American Remains

[Primera Parte]

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I am a shotgun rider for the San 
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Jacinto line
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The desert is my brother, my skin 
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is cracked and dry
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I was riding on a folk coach, and 
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everything was fine
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Til we took a shorter road to save
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 some time
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The bandits only fired once, they 
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shot me in the chest
C                            
They  may have wounded me, but 
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they`ll never get the best
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Of better men, cause I`ll ride again

[Segunda Parte]

Am                           
I am a river gambler, I make a 
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livin` dealin` cards
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My clothes are smooth and honest, 
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my heart is cold and hard
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I was shufflin` for some delta 
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boys on the boat for New Orelans
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I was the greatest shark they`d 
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ever seen
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But the Captain bumped a sandbar, 
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and an ace fell from my sleeve
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The threw me overboard as I swore 
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I didn`t cheat
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But I could swim, and I`ll ride 
again

[Estribillo]

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We are heros of the homeland, 
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American remains
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We live in many faces and answer 
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many names
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We will not be forgotten, we won`t 
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be left behind
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Our memories live on in mortal minds
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And poet`s pens, we`ll ride again

[Tercera Parte]

Am                             
I am a mid-west farmer, I make a 
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livin` off the land
 C                                 
I ride a John Deer tractor, I am a 
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liberated man
Am                                
But the rain it hasn`t fallen, 
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since the middle of July
C                                 
And if it don`t come soon my crops
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 will die
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The bank man says he likes me, but
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 there`s nothin` he can do
C                                 
He tells me that he`s comin`, but 
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the clouds are comin` too
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He ain`t my friend, and I`ll ride 
again

[Cuarta Parte]

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I am an American Indian, my tribe 
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is Cherokee
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My forefathers loves this land, 
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they left it here for me
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But the white man came with boats 
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and trains and dirty factories
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And poisoned my existence with his
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 deeds
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Nature is our mother, we are 
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suckling at her breast
C                                 
And he who tries to beat her down 
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will lose her to the rest
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They`ll never win, I`ll ride again

[Estribillo]

C                           
We are heros of the homeland, 
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American remains
F                               
We live in many faces and answer 
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many names
      C                            
We will not be forgotten, we won`t 
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be left behind
        Dm                         
Our memories live on in mortal 
   G
minds
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And poet`s pens, we`ll ride again